Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

are you sure you want to… …to get to know me as i'm identified in a hidden life, messed up in multiplicated hopes with sweet dreams that fill my eyes with you… where you'd love to be… …‽ are you sure you want to… …to go far and deep, directly to experience my rules, sown with the magnitude of every boost, illogically absorbed by your instincts in the subconscious of my scent… …‽ are you sure you want to… …to sip a coffee, conceived and seduced by the witchery of my dialect embroidered with subtle inscriptions, and devoured by the pupils of the sun while you're perched on my pedestal… …‽ are you sure you want to… …you want to be addicted by the thunderstorm of my fantasies, spaced in the fruit bowl with the passionate loves' bacteria…‽ …cos i'm not, not as sure as you think ⟬…⟭ are you sure you want to… …to get to know, — why the shoe size is — happiness, why soothing zone depends on you, why the grammar of time is — oxygen, why the future is — today …‽  

Today I rejuvenated. My face is mine. My heart has its own heart. The silver-white hair's coiffure shows a few strands of my golden blonde. My soul has its own soul. Today, my whole being cries out with joy. And it whispers. And it laughs. And it loves. Love loves to feel me in love. My beautiful face is even more beautiful, beautified by a few wrinkles. My body has a body. Lively. Firm. Supple. And attracts attention. All the looks. And my thoughts are realistic. My journey has the journey. My steps lead to success. My everything shows the value. I radiate the elegance. Today, my life is reformed. On this day, like every year, I am again originally reborn. More beautiful. Newer. More successful. I'm the energy. Today — (D13) — everyone can feel my true smell. Jasmine. Magnolia. I'm emanating a suave perfume from my every molecule. Today, I am embodied in happiness. Everyone around me smiles. Their thoughts and feelings smile, too. Dreams are alive. I live them. I give ever...

the gravitational attraction is at home into this translation, rippled gracefully on creek's groove of longing's quench my tales' lips, so crystalline tenderized, interpret to you, sedated, on your cheek, words' silhouette, for you to absorb 'em in each crumb of your immune system meticulously, my narrative's blue eyes with their infinite fiends, authenticate you with their acting thrill equipped in yours and like Newton's disc, that certain thing‧‧ will roll in colors and all-white intensities, like the smile of this day, (D13), and a tchin-tchin 🥂, chic 🫦, à ma façon…

last night, your crazy love's words leaped toward my dreams' hour   i felt 'em nested into music notes through the pockets of my heart both, the love's words and dreams took the pulse of our sky’s shred to feel you to feel me thru any day

today's poetry found me traversing in new confessions of the happening for i am, so-so loved, so-so idolized, so-so kissed, hugged, and so fulfilled the noblest smiles are always here, next to me, so encouraging, so skilled, oxygenating any story i breathe daily, keeping buoyant love's blaze, intense so if i feel as if i am the moon's flower, or the sun's fruit, having lips honeyed, blood hot, inspiring any celestial body to get in, it's only because of this day (D13), (tchin-tchin 🥂 à la  ᵏᴼᵏᴼ‧‧‧ 💕) a manner illustrated to live without fear, smartly, confidently, for happiness is, I

his pictures have the tempo of the songs, because, he said, [that’s what love's about] 𓇼 look for 'em, his visions said, there is a light, even when every side seems black as night 𓇼 a color felt your spirit, flamboyant, he said, why do you think my camera's addicted to... 𓇼 you are the spicy smile to my melancholy, at my question, you're the answer I avoid it 𓇼 you're any present I exist, [endless desires], (he said to me), and me... I did a new playlist 𓇼 nobody's lonely; music's a sincere audience

winter holiday is present waiting to be hugged with much gentleness, with the sweetish soul, with a cheery gaze, with smooth thoughts in the halo of passion wrapped and hypnotized by love in vital essences, found in each and every day that shape us from the early beginning with same appetite to expose 🎄 …happy holidays  to you… to me… to us…

he licks the riffs, the melodies identify sounds of today's treasure exquisitely advanced just to me i'm into something good, 🥂 tchin-tchin! you know my name, you called me in your dreams…

into their playground love's atmosphere, she's abandoned herself unreservedly, (her sensuality spills passion) 𓇼 imprints of his lips shine on her smile while his lungs, lustily, scan her Venus, (anointed in her absolute) 𓇼 beauty wears the name of his climax… cryptic touches, delights, and suspires, — (a bohème time capsule into the wild)

honey on the lips, cheerfulness in the mind, soul full of colors, butterflies in the stomach, golden in your hands 𓇼 amusement at each step, everything to be designed with happiness and wrapped in the magic of love, when you fulfill a wish 🎄

I take a moment for myself. Here, I love you… The sky gets spruced up in an engraved attire with my thoughts spread in the light of yours for the stars to become shinier and the dreams to appear closer to our physical existence with my summer again in your summer rewind…

a hundred bottles line the shore enough to reflect on my sky your fantasy enough to harden my time enough to guide my darkness to your sun enough to know one's wicked gonna come enough you to feel me I'm better than you

we ceded to temptation and got caught in our dreams 𓇼 our dreams are velvety and made of stars 𓇼 stars bearing subtly our names 𓇼 names engraved with the colors of some future 𓇼 future perfumed jovially with the cosmic shape of love 𓇼 love orchestrated charming by you and me 𓇼 you and me, together wrapped in a fantasy realm 𓇼 once and for all, since then, till the world's end

TᵒDʳᵉᵃᵐAᵇᵒᵘᵗYᵒᵘ‧‧‧ I put on me something explosively  opting to get attired with you… from head to toe…

Any ending-year whispers to me, — you're the most beautiful poetry, as so much unreal as you are true, clad in your mysterious air of a manuscript. And yet, like my predecessors, I've got to abdicate now. So keep me in your thoughts to remain that mark of those seconds in your hottest and tendentious priorities. 𓇼 to each one, I whispered, — 𓇼 I'm easier than a thought in your mind and heavier than a dream that you could dream. Take me like a figment dressed in verses, waltzing, then, hold me tight in your arms, purely and intensely, for our love to rise over borders, to be irrevocable and to fulfill concretely our story from one letter to another letter, from one word to another word, from a tune to another tune... and to have butterflies, to feel like I'm flying with all those vibrations wandering throughout the world, through the thoughts, souls and... — we'll collect kisses for dreams, and we'll give meaning to a life-paradise with the passionate shiver of...

mon amour, with you, is alternative math; I multiplied you with essences of my universe; I combined you with all kinds of thoughts; some have the taste of the sin, extracting the radical of a delightful desire found in hypotenuse of an opposite right-angled to obtain the result hidden in an idea with the base on the logarithm of feelings combined with the properties of a soft sound transformed in what has been expected, — an equation of senses which defines love's scent, anesthetizing me with an infinity of challenges hissed by a color, gently placed by you in my soul through your heavenly exponent...

when painters are breathing in the black and white, they do this intentionally, for when you're gazing at me to get what you adore and to hear some paths of my modules hitting you with something subtle identified in my colorful laughter Helloween

At this hour like that, the gentleness of the wind flows over me. The whole universe loves me. And… (again), my shiny fancy outfit is my pajamas… — (carefully...), — I've combined a feeling with a word, which contains much more philosophy than usual, using the magic power of some incantation and the essence of (why-what-who…) it is, — a kind of… quiet and good-natured,  (؟‽)  — a kind of… alluring and perfidious, (؟‽) — a kind of… honest and open,  (؟‽)  — a kind of… pompous and mischievous,  (؟‽)  — a kind of… mute and stubborn,  (؟‽)  — (while all together maintain the scent of my bohème beauty, wrapped kindly...) ,  (in one's mystery...)  (؟‽). Those things created some connection, allowing me to make a trip on a route that seems not to be similar but rather meticulously updated, facilitating a story already lived and felt next to someone, which even if it isn't versed enough, influences all facets of emotional factors that make subst...